Chapter 393

“Huh? How long will this take?” Ella asked, thinking. “Wait for her notice! It’s freezing here in Finernize; is she expecting me to stand around on the street!”

Emily said, “I need to contact Ms. Andrea Turner first. It’s an urgent situation right now, and I think you—”

Suddenly, Ella heard the sound of a phone hitting the floor. Her heart pounded. Before she could speak, a man’s coarse voice was heard on the phone. “That’s her. Bring her back.”

Something was wrong with Emily. Cold sweat broke out on Ella’s forehead in her panic, and then the man’s voice came through the phone.

“Are you Ella?” the man asked. His intimidating aura pierced through the airwaves, striking Ella with fear.

Ella’s hand shook in fear, and the phone fell onto the car seat. Her mind was blank. With so many events unfolding one after another, she was struggling to breathe.

“Ella? Can you tell me where you are?” the man pressed.

Lorenzo glanced at Ella, who was trembling. He bent down, picked up the phone, checked the number, then said into the phone in an intimidating tone, “Where she is isn’t any of your concern.”

The man paused upon hearing Lorenzo’s voice. “May I ask who you are?”

Lorenzo replied flatly, “Lorenzo Miguel.”

“Mr. Miguel?” The man was shocked, with even a hint of panic in his voice.

Lorenzo slightly squinted his eyes. “Who are you?”

Just then, the call ended abruptly. When Lorenzo tried to call back, the number was unreachable. Clearly, the man was so frightened upon hearing Lorenzo’s name that he immediately hung up. Lorenzo tossed the phone to Ella.

Trembling, Ella said to Lorenzo, “Let’s go to the airport. I have to find Emily.” Emily had been by Andrea’s side for many years, and her eighty-year-old grandfather was already in the hospital—she couldn’t afford any more trouble. Ella could tell the guy on the phone was dangerous, and she was terrified.

Lorenzo gave her a glance but didn’t say a word. When Ella met his dangerous eyes, she couldn’t help but flinch. How could I forget? This man isn’t someone I can command.

“I–I’m sorry,” Ella stammered. Emily was in trouble, all alone in Fiorenza, and now Ella was being extra cautious.

Before Lorenzo could speak, his phone rang. He picked it up and coldly said, “Speak.”

“They’re about to dock? Got it.” He hung up, his demeanor chilly as he said to the driver in a low voice, “Go to Coconut Be immediately.”

“Okay,” the driver replied, sweating as he quickly found a place to turn around.

Lorenzo called his subordinate, Eric Young, who quickly answered, “Mr. Moretti.”

“Are you all there?” Lorenzo asked.

“We need about three more minutes,” Eric replied.

Chapter 193

They’re going to dock.

Lorenzo hung up and glanced at Ella. So, we’re not going to Mount Red.

Ella looked at him anxiously, nodding. She was tense, helpless, and even a bit desperate. She had no idea what was happening; her peaceful world had been suddenly shattered.

Lorenzo didn’t say anything further.

As for Ella, her mind went blank for a moment before she remembered to call Stephanie. After all, this was Fiorenza, where Ateplande grew up.

At that time, it was already evening in Long Harbor. Sebastian had the kitchen prepare Stephanie some light foods: blueberry oatmeal and beef patties, which were absolutely delicious.

Stephanie devoured six patties in a row, and as she reached for a seventh, Sebastian looked at her indulgently. “Stefi.”

“C–can’t I eat more?” Stephanie looked sadly at Sebastian; the patties were so delicious, and she wanted more. The kitchen’s cooking skills were really exceptional.

Sebastian laughed. “These patties sure aren’t small.”

Stephanie fell silent. The patties were the size of three meatballs—definitely not small. But they were really good.

“I’m not full yet,” she looked at Sebastian pitifully. She understood he was telling her not to eat too much at night.

Sebastian shook his head and said, “How about I have the kitchen make the same thing for you tomorrow morning?”

“Alright then.” Sebastian nodded. Since Sebastian had already said so, Stephanie couldn’t keep insisting. After all, she had already eaten six patties and had two bowls of oatmeal.